Happier Update
Obviously, other than increasing the number of points-of-contact between nif and I, this LJ currently serves little purpose other than providing for my personal amusement (and possibly amusing Cody). As such, and in the spirit of “Farewell to the flesh” and of our belated “Fuck you, I'm drunk. Fuck you, I'm drunk. Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk. Fuck you, I'm drunk. Fuck you, I'm drunk. And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!”, I’m posting now about things that are important to me: Irishmen Directing Planes, Brisket and Beer, and My Exceptionally Dangly Balls.
Irishmen Directing Planes
One of the family is going through the process of becoming an FAA Flight Controller. I don’t want to use names because, as ridiculous as it sounds, I’m sure if I do my LJ will pop up on some suit’s search engine and he’ll be called into questioning. Again.
All I have to say it that I’m damn proud of you-know-who and sympathize with him regarding all the trouble he has to go through to prove what the rest of us already know: no one is more professional or more suited to send planes safely to their destination.
This has nothing to do with anything other than keeping with my tenuously established theme of belated St. Patty’s Day.
Brisket and Beer
The soon to be not really famous except among a very small group of people which by definition means that it’s not really famous at all brisket - which won’t be served for another 23 hours - is being prepared as I write this. Bacon, onion, and Jack Daniels is all I have to say.
My Exceptionally Dangly Balls
I am very amused that LJ has linked a map service to the “Location” tag that’s connected to each entry. Obviously, the idea behind this tag is to allow LJ’s many globetrotting types to indicate exactly where they are on God’s Green Earth when they post - because, you know, the average LJ user is too busy making affective and pointless commentary on their petty little moments to note, in the body of their journal entry, the fact that they’re currently in Tasmania or logging in via satellite from the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro while smoking weed with the shaman of some previously unrecorded tribe.
I’ve been awake for four hours so far and have yet to begin work on my thesis editing.
Anyway, the funny thing is that I - and I’m sure the vast majority of LJ users - always write in some funny comment in the “Location” field: some metaphorical location, such as my previous “Not 20 feet from the neighbors I'd like to kill” or some-such. Nonetheless, the text is linked to Snapshots, which tries to find photos (I assume) tagged with a similar “location” description. I can’t wait until one of my excessive and random descriptions actually succeeds in pulling up an actual photo. With my luck, it’ll be fantastically amusing.
Irishmen Directing Planes
One of the family is going through the process of becoming an FAA Flight Controller. I don’t want to use names because, as ridiculous as it sounds, I’m sure if I do my LJ will pop up on some suit’s search engine and he’ll be called into questioning. Again.
All I have to say it that I’m damn proud of you-know-who and sympathize with him regarding all the trouble he has to go through to prove what the rest of us already know: no one is more professional or more suited to send planes safely to their destination.
This has nothing to do with anything other than keeping with my tenuously established theme of belated St. Patty’s Day.
Brisket and Beer
The soon to be not really famous except among a very small group of people which by definition means that it’s not really famous at all brisket - which won’t be served for another 23 hours - is being prepared as I write this. Bacon, onion, and Jack Daniels is all I have to say.
My Exceptionally Dangly Balls
I am very amused that LJ has linked a map service to the “Location” tag that’s connected to each entry. Obviously, the idea behind this tag is to allow LJ’s many globetrotting types to indicate exactly where they are on God’s Green Earth when they post - because, you know, the average LJ user is too busy making affective and pointless commentary on their petty little moments to note, in the body of their journal entry, the fact that they’re currently in Tasmania or logging in via satellite from the base of Mt. Kilimanjaro while smoking weed with the shaman of some previously unrecorded tribe.
I’ve been awake for four hours so far and have yet to begin work on my thesis editing.
Anyway, the funny thing is that I - and I’m sure the vast majority of LJ users - always write in some funny comment in the “Location” field: some metaphorical location, such as my previous “Not 20 feet from the neighbors I'd like to kill” or some-such. Nonetheless, the text is linked to Snapshots, which tries to find photos (I assume) tagged with a similar “location” description. I can’t wait until one of my excessive and random descriptions actually succeeds in pulling up an actual photo. With my luck, it’ll be fantastically amusing.